Essay about My Childhood Is Not Easy

792 Words Nov 13th, 2016 4 Pages
My childhood was not easy; it consisted of struggling through a broken home. As a young child I dealt with a drug addicted mother and a life filled with poverty in Oakland, California. My mother was addicted to crack cocaine, and could never keep a steady job due to her addiction. There were times in our lives where my brother and I went without food, water, or electricity. My father and mother divorced when I was still a toddler, and he was rarely present and provided no financial support. During this time I was surrounded by people in my life who told me I would mature to be the woman my mother was. I instead, made the decision to become more than a product of my environment; I refused to become a statistic. At first I managed to cope with the pain of living in the neighborhood “party” house by burying myself in my studies, and escaping with friends at night, to get some version of peace. After a while, the trouble and stress from my living conditions caught up with me and I fell into a terrible cycle of drinking alcohol on a regular basis. I can distinctly remember going to middle school with a hangover on multiple occasions. During this period my mother was pregnant with my younger brother while continuing to participate in her addiction. Seeing the effects that drugs and alcohol had on my mother and her friends, I then chose to tackle my addiction, and not become victim of my environment and circumstance. Six months later, my mother gave birth to Billy, and decided…

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